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,3??*'fc" - v ~£w ?j ^ r-I---;-.*;*^-".>?""• ; •:•;.- ••' •; f - ^ - v^>r' OF "THE MiDNioHr SUN ETC. pr.$>yriglif-., 1S05, Tiy American Press Association.] "Of course I had business also in Railway. Had the town been smaller I might have hesitated about leaving the ems with them. But it was the time in Ike-afternoon -when a good many comet-inters are returning to their homes, and tirare than 20 people left the train at Jlrat point, so I was quite sure that writher of my friends would-scrutinize &w too sharply. . "At the station they seemed to think ft useless to keep up their caution any Irarger. Tho man engaged a carriage, Mped her into it, and they drove out Mo the country." "But whithe: 1 " "1 cannot tell you." "Didn't you follow them?" "Not by a largo majority. " "What an oversight! How much you missed 1" "I could not have followed them •vrihout awakening suspicion, which wcmld have spoiled everything. That in- vf-stigntion remains to bo made. I waited 'at'the station until the last train for Him York had passed and then went to the hotel. I managed to be there early tins morning and finally came away without seeing either." "But Howard was in this store at 10 .n'utoc.k this morning!" *'I have just told you I saw him. He Hirst: have followed mo clo.soly, and of ixrarse I do not know whether she was •with him or whether he came alone. That neither was in the city last night was established. You said Sandhusen •wished to see me?" "Yes. He is as anxious as I that you should tindertako this case." "I'll go up there now. Good day till I sco you again." And.ho was off. CHAPTER VII. The day was pleasant, and I did not leave my store until it was growing dusk. I live in a modest section of Fifth avenue and generally make use of the cable cars, sometimes walking a _ portion of the way when the weather is fa- Twrable. I had so much on my mind that I decided to walk the entire distance this afternoon. It was fortunate that I did so, at least tar a part of the way, for just before Teaching the Astor House whom should I sse sauntering in front of me but Mr. "Darius C. Howard? I knew him at a glance in his brown •fashionable fall overcoat, his glossy silk 3nni, with his small valise, his graceful gait and handsome profile, which show- tsfl when ho looked to the right at the postofflce building. The sight of thomau who, I was convinced, was concerned in the unac- .isoniitable disappearance of Nana Sa- 1 l;in:w him at a ijlancc. Mil's ruby agitated me more than I Tronic! have thought. The first feeling •wss that fate had thrown into my path fits means of helping in the solution of ih& mystery. I would shadow the individual, pick up what information I caald, and who could say that it would •not be mino to unravel tho whole skein? But this ambition remained but a few minutes with me. I havo not the first qualification of a detective and was curtain if I undertook the role to make an egregious blunder at the beginning awl most likely block the efforts of iboso who might succeed if left alone. I decided to proceed on my way with- noticing Mr. Howard, but I was out turned to enter 4iJiiso to him, and as he the hctal he saw me. InstHutly ho held out his hand. "I iir.i glad to see you, Mr. Brown. Will y«vtV lin lae? " "Thank you, I never indulge," I replied, so flurried that I was in doubt whether to enter the building or leave itrim at once. "By the way,"he added, stepping lack on the pavement and lowering his •voice, "do yon think that friend years who purchased"—here he glanced apprehensively around and lowered his Toiee-stiU more—"that property of mine wwUd be willing to return it for the price given, you retaining, of course, ypur commission?" I was satisfied that he was trying to scqnd me for some other purpose. he was so pleased with his that I doubt it—in fact, you might; just as well have received double tbe price you asked. " "Suppose you make him the proposition?" _ "J will mention it the next time J && him. Have you a chaise to do better With it elsewhere?" "Jt is not precisely that, but 4 ana neavineed I jnado a mistake in parting with it in su3h baste. " t( Jjj matters- of that kind a seller ffc»ol4 change his mind before the transaction is completed. " 'True, a»H perhaps it would be uu- e to mention it- We'll call it off. daj- ' ' o* »y words, I boasded the car, and leaving it at the proper point proceeded straight to the 'Windsor hotel, where I dined with Sandhuseu. "Wittner spent a couple of hours with me," he said, "and t gave him all the information I could, which^ was what you received, and that is nothing. "What did he say?" "Very little. You know he is a man of few words, except when the opposite mood takes him. He admitted that the only explanation which suggested itself was the one you spoke of—somnambulism—that is, that I rose in my sleep and removed the ruby, and that it is somewhere in my apartments. I made a thorough search again after you left, and he and I repeated it. Result, nil." "Whether Wittner formed any theory or not Which can explain that which seems inexplainablo cannot be guessed tlhtil ho chooses to speak. Somehow or other, however, I believe he Will reach the tinth." "I hope so, for, though I grieve over tho loss of my prize, it is the strange way in which it vanished that puzzles me!" "You will employ no one besides Wittner?" "No; tho more detectives you have in a matter of this kind the less likely you are to bo successful. No persons are more jealous, and they of ten block each other's efforts. But for this feeling little Charley Ross would have boon restored to his parents years ago." "Is Wittner to report to you?" "Not until he obtains something definite 1 . I have promised him one-fifth of tho price paid for the ruby if he recovers it." . ,, "Enough to spur the best detective. It is useless to give our conversation, for wo could only travel in a circle and conio back to the point whence we started. The business was now in the hands of one of the most skillful detectives of the day, and what he could not do was certainly beyond our powers. Wo decided tosawait events with the best patience possible, but my part in the drama was not yet finished. The following morning I rode down town with my old acquaintance, Joseph Burling, of the well known firm of Burling Bros, of Maiden lane, who have been iu the same business as I for nearly as many years. "Brown," said my companion after a few incidental remarks, "step into our store, and I will show you-something that will make your eyes sparkle. I venture that you have never looked on anything of the kind, long as you have been handling precious stones." "Have some of Eugenie's diamonds come into your possession, or is it the Orloff, or that monster that used to belong to Dom Pedro, and which they won't let be tested for fear it will prove to be not a diamond?" "This is not a diamond. It's a ruby, the finest in the country.'' "What!" I exclaimed, with a start. "A ruby, the biggest, finest and most valuable of which I have ever heard." Repressing my agitation, I asked: "Where did you get it?" "I bought it of an East Indian, a Mr. Howard, last hailing from London." A thrill passed through me. I was on the track of Naua Sahib's ruby at last and when I had not the remotest suspicion of hearing anything of it. Burling was an honorable man, but I did not intend to make a confidant of him. I was too much of a detective for that. "When did you secure it?" "He brought it to the store yesterday afternoon. I examined it minutely and found it a genuine pigeon's blood." "Of how many carats?" "I did not ascertain that, but it is enormous. I should say over 30 carats. 1 'Such gems generally have n history. I suppose he gave the one belonging to your specimen?" "Yes, but it had no special interest. Ho said it came from tho mines of Burma, where, you know, the finest in the world are found. It was purchased by his father after the British secured possession of the country, and when his parent died he gave it to his sou, who sells it because he needs the money." "He ought to obtain a fortune for a gem like that." » Burling responded to the fooler thus thrown out: "That's one of the strangest facts con- jected with the business. I supposed he would want mo to hunt up a buyer for $100,000 or so, but instead he offered it •o mo for" $15,000." . "You did not let such a chance slip. "You may be sure I did not." "And gave him your check on the spot?'' "I proposed that, but he preferred. Che money, and I sent out and obtained it." "Burling," I remarked gravely, "are you not afraid that there is something wrong about this?" "The thought occurred to me, anc possibly I have assumed some risk in buying the jewel, but the bargain was tempting, and his story was a straigh one." "All great swindlers are masters o: fiction. No dependence is'to be placer upon the stuff they tell you. Now, i this ruby is worth, say, $50,000, wh> did he offer it to you for less than oiie third of that sum?" "He may not have known its real value." "Incredible, since, according to bv own story, it has been in tho possessio of his family for a number of "years, In no other places in the world do they terious way Nana Sahib'a toby had been extracted from Saiidhusen's toorn at the Windsor and Sold again to my friend. How that wa* done was as impenetrable a mystery as ever, but there hef 'but "She may not ba husband," remarked Tarn." "Why?" "Those East Indians ate as treacherous as the cobras of theit own country,- •uul there is none subtler and more datt- 'ueroofl than this HoWaf cl." " "But if any ill has befallen VHtt- •ic-r " said 1, mote disturbed than I wfca willing to admit, "something Would have been known of it by this time." "Ordinarily you would be right, but i-pcall how many crimes of that kind have been committed which did fcofc come to light fot years. Wittfier has probably used some sort of disguise, which, if harm has come tojbim, has "What do yon say to that, ttroim?" could be little doubt that we were upon •the track and the whole thing Would soon be cleared op. How Burling would open his eyes When, after examining his purchase, 1 should quietly inform him that it was the property of our mutual friend, Geoffrey Saudhuseu, who had had it in his hands, within the 24 hours which saW its sale to Burling himself. Of course, much as it would grieve him, he would turn it over to the rightful owner, who would see that he suffered no loss. But Mr. Darius C. Howard would now be brought to book. Iconic! identify tho ruby and with Saudhuseii give such testimony as would inevitably convict the audacious thief and compel him to teil a story of surpassing interest. I walked past my store to the establishment of Burling Bros., my companion striding into tho place with the triumphant step of a schoolboy who has just won first prize. His clerks had preceded him, and everything was in order. The ruby was still in the safe, and he brought it with his own hands and displayed it before me with the proud question: "What do you say to that, Brown? What could I say when the first glance showed mo that it was not Naua Sahib's ruby? know the value of precious stones more accurately than in Calcutta, Madras and Bombay, Then, too, he has passed. by London, Paris, Amsterdam and aU the capitals of Europe to come to Maiden lane, New York, to sell you the stone for a tenth of its value, ' ' "All that seems to be true, but the fact remains that J have bought it and it is mine. " This was said with almost boyis.h ex- Citation. Burling was delighted over the purchase he had made and did not mean that anything that I could say should lessen, his pleasure. Of course J knew ttetf in some my«. CHAPTER VIII. I was too familiar with the appearance of the great ruby to mistake another for it, for I doubt whether it has a mate in existence. The gem shown me by Burling was a magnificent specimen, but at most it was no more than two- thirds the size of the stone sold to Sand- husen. My chagrin and astonishment were deep, but I veiled them under expressions of admiration of the stone, which I took from its box and held up to the light and fondled it as if loath to let it go. "What do you intend to do with it, Burling?" "It goes to Amsterdam by steamer this afternoon. Sorry to part with it, but business is business." Burling was of a frugal turn, and there could be no doubt that he would make a handsome thing from bis bargain. Such a stone would not wait long for a customer, and he would doubtless obtain three or four times as much as he paid. I wonder whether the suspicious circumstances clinging to the gem could have been any spur to his haste. "Here is a new turn of the wheel," I reflected as I walked back to my store. '"Mr. Howard was the owner of two rubies of unapproachable merit. Can it be that he has any more stowed away in that traveling bag? Possibly he has a dozen or a score, and some of them may be bigger than any he has displayed as yet. "Of course he managed to get possession of'Nana Sahib's ruby. He is too cautious to offer it in New York. It will go to some Parisian dealer or some vealthy Englishman or German. Sand- msen is not likely to see it again." Burling called for me on his way lome, and we rode up town together. 3e took, occasion to tell me that the ruby had been sent that afternoon to Amsterdam, and I am sure he felt that great load had been lifted from his nind. Human nature seeks a confidant. I am told that a large number of criminals owe their punishment to this law, which leads them to impart their fatal secrets to others. I take to myself some credit that I never dropped a hint for days and weeks about Nauri Sahib's ruby to any living person, except Geoffrey Sandhusen, who already knew as much as I did. I was on the point several times of telling my wife or Burling, and I fear that something of the kind would have been done but for the safety escape in the form of my friend at the Windsor, We fre* quontly dined together, even after be went back to his home on the return of his family from abroad. When we were alone, there was osly one theme of versation, and we remained in the. as much as ever. _ . jt w»s easy to learn from inquiry at the Windsor that Mrs. Howard had. left, but if any one knew whither she bad gone such knowledge was not imparted to us When J presented my card in the office of the Astor House, with Vr 6 ' nwpst that it be sent to the room Howard U owW easily make a fov calling on him), I was told had been gone several days. I (coking for him on the street, put was not fortunate enough to see him. When two weeks had passed witb ou ^ cliu slighted word from Carl Wittner, a ,,ew oanse of anxiety arose. Jr Qa sont to bis hoase were answered. \v»s nol known when he would , Nothing ha<l been keard, fyom Ww . Ordinarily this would, have . i for alarm, but Wittner bad tajsght his wife n,e.ver to fe^el misgiving, even if she failed, te $9* word from hinj,f,p,ra logger perW, Hja situatiPtt WM oreveiited his identification. It ;hat his fate will never be known. "1 am not prepared to give tip hope." "Nor am I, but I cannot conceive that •in should remain all this time as utter- iv lost to the World, or at least to us, as ( he had never existed." Greatly depressed, 1 left the home of my friend and Went to my own. I man aged to conceal from my family the trouble that was with hie in my dreams as well t»s waking hours. Somehow or other I ?ould not rid myself of a certain feeling that I Was responsible to a partial extent for the misfortune. "I ought to have known that that man was a miscreant when he offered me a priceless ruby for a nominal sum. I should not have dallied, but refused tc have anything to do with him when 1 knew something was wrong. "If it be really the matchless stout which Naua Sahib carried with him into the jungles of the Himalayas, it has well preserved its character. It was associated with one of the greatest crimes of history and now has been the means of bringing about the death oi another innocent person. When will its career of evil end?" Every time I entered my store I inquired whether Wittner had been seen, and the answer was always a negative. I glanced over each envelope that was received, hoping to recognize his handwriting, but was disappointed. I ventured even to call at his house, though with much hesitation. His wife told me that she had not had a word from him for more than two weeks. ' "He was once absent in the west," she said, "for a full month without sending me so much as a telegram, and yet I am beginning to grow anxious," she added, with a sigh which told me her grief was deeper than she wouH admit. "If he has been away so long before, said I, making a brave effort to play thorolo of comforter, "we must wait as long before giving way to any misgiving. His profession is a very peculiar one." "I have tried to persuade him to give it up, and he has half promised, but there seems to be a fascination in it which no other presents." "Undoubtedly, and then ho is so skillful that it pays better than^ anything else that he could take up." "Yes, but what is that .compared to one's peace of mind?" "If he succeeds in this case, ho will be paid well enough to enjoy a good vacation." "Do you think he has succeeded? suddenly asked the wife, turning so sharply on me that I flushed. "I hope so, but I must admit that he has a most difficult problem'to solve." Then, noting the expression of alarm on her face, I hastened to add: "I mean difficult, but not necessarily dangerous. He has not been set to trace a murder, but simply to find out the facts about a certain robbery." "But in such cases the criminals would not hesitate to become murderers •to protect themselves." I could not question this truth. Had I said what I believed it would have been that no murderer could be more dangerous than the two East Indians, for I include the woman whose beauty might prove tenfold more effective than the cunning of the man, but I had striven, however, to give the wife a few words of consolation, and much doubting my success bade her good evening, regretting that I called and resolved not to disturb her again until thero was good reason to do so. Led by a feeling akin to that which leads a drowning man to catch at a straw, I left my store the next day and walked down to Burling Bros. A member had sent one of the rubies to Amsterdam and ought to have received some word by this time. Perhaps a clew might be lurking in such a message. I fancied that Burling's face showed that some news had reached him quite lately which was not altogether pleasant. "Well, my friend," I said cheerily, "have you heard anything from the great ruby you sent across the ocean?" "Have I heard anything?" he repeated. "Well, I should say I had." "May I inquire what it is?" "I'll show you. It beats everything," E[e hurriedly turned over a number of papers until be found what be wished and handed me a slip, with tharomark.'. "Read that."•• jt was a cablegram from his corre* spoudents in Amsterdam and in these words: ., ,, "Ruby gone, Particulars by mail. "And that bas been stolen, too!" I exclaimed. ,. .,, "That too? "Was there another?" asked Purling, catching me up. "j hear something of the kind, but this message is Sou* days old, YOB will- soon know all about it," I remarked, to keep him off my theme, . Three days later the letter amved. Burling showed it to B»e, and then for the first tiaae eame a faint glimmering of light as to the., mysterious vanish from a man calling himself baritts C. Howard of London, of the extraordinary disappearance of both gems, of the wonclrou^ly beautiful Woman associated with this East Indian and lastly of the conown of himself and Mr. Sandhusen over my long absence aiid silence. The writing of this "statement" is proof that theii- grave fears were baseless, though 1 hope tny wife will never know the situation in which I was placed mote than once during my ab- SGllCG. From the moment 1 learned of the sale of the Nana Sahib ttiby to Mr. Brown 1 was morally certain that some gteat crime Was behind the trnnsactioti and 1 determined to follow it up, so far as 1 had the ability, befote its startling disappeatance caused my engagement by Mr. Sandhusen. My remarks to Brown about the habit of theorizing I trust have not been misunderstood by the reader. No one can leatn the particulars of a ctime Without immediately forming a theory or guess as to motive, particulars, etc. Brit experience has proved times Without number that the majority of such theories are wide of tho mark, especially when made by those who have had little experience in tracing crime, whoso detection is more often due to accident than to scientific deduction. My object was to shut off my good friend from boring me with an endless number of theories, all seemingly strengthened by accompanying circumstances and all quite certain to be equally Wide of the mark. On my way up town my mind was busy over the disappearance of the ruby from tberooins of Mr. Sandhuseu at tha Windsor note/ but I resolutely shut out any conclusion until after my interview with him. He invited me to make my examination as thorough as it could be made, and I did so. Mr. Brown and Saudhnstin examined doors and windows andbe.carne satisfied that no person had entered or left the apartments by either of those means while the occupant was asleep. But there are plenty of burglars in this great city of New York who can go up the side of a smooth brick wall as readily as you and I can climb an ordinary pair of stairs, but they can't do it without leaving signs behind. There were absolutely no traces at or beneath tho windows of his rooms, proof that they had not been employed as a moans of exit or egress. The bolt of the door was found slid in its place, which of course could not have been the fact had the robber left Neither of these nien C'otilct have the burglaf for ieasoas already known. This uartoWed the facts ttown to this: If Mr. Sandhusen had robbed himself, then the Jrnby was still in his nparfc ments. I have had some experience in hunting for objects much smaller than that, and, when 1 completed my examination of the rooms, I Was as positive that the stone was not in any of ^ them as 1 am satisfied that it is not in the hand Which this minute is writing these Words. It was gone. Reasoning or "theei- tiziiig" thus, I brought up against 8 blank wall a thousand feet high. Put another way it may be said: Some one had entered Mr. Saiulhu- sen's rooms While he slept-and robbed him, aiid yet no such thing had been done. What a teductio ad absurdutii I H:ul I not known of an absolute cer^ taiiity that Mrs. Howard Was absent irotn New York, on the tiight of the jobbery, she would have been connected in my mind with it, Not only she, how- i ver, but her co-coiispirator, was miles .way at the time. Therefore I Was saved all offensive questioning oi toy employer on that point. t If (.here ever was a nonplused individual, Iwas Tho impassable Wall still confronted me. I did not confess this to Mr. Sand- fauseli, but it was a fact all the same. I bade him good night, simply remarking- that I would do what 1 could to holp him. •[CONTINUED.] A WOMAN'S TEMPLE. Unconsciously n woman builds A temple in thia world below, And day by clay a stone is laid Of little things that coinu and go. Bo it doth slowly rise abovo The tide of years until its dome Ens reached tho glory olouds of heaven, A world within itself, a home- She wisely builds upon the rocks Far more eternal than the years, Tho pavement la of solid truth, Untouched, unworn by falling tears. The walls arc innocence and grace; Pair virtue makes them high and strong! Within they shine with purity, Resound with muso and sacred song. The gatca are pearls of truth and love, Whence issue forth bright gleams of light, Each stone a little sacrifice, And kept in place by truth and right. Tho pillars are of gentle acts, That bear the weight of golden beams Of life, and bound by cords of love, And braced by faith's undying streams. Each nail a heartbeat set in place; Each blow her very center shook; The steps are trials, stepping stones Where putionce climbs with upward look! The throne, her grand eternal soul, Her king, the ono she loves, loves best; Her altar, where sweet incense rise, Does hold her greatest and her beat. So day by day a stone is laid. Until the white capped dome la hid among the shining clouds And she has reached her heavenly home. —N. B. Powles. be There were no traces beneath the window. by that- egress. A very small or thin man might have wormed his way through the transom, but that was se cured by a catch within the room, which had not been disturbed. Nor could it be overlooked that had the transom been open it would have signified nothing, for the precautions taken at all such hotels against robbery would have made it impossible for i sneak thief to enter and leave withou detection. Mr. Sandhusen is a very ligh sleeper, the slightest noise awaking him. I learned who occupied the adjoining suits and apartments. No ground for suspicion there. Now it will bo said that, having established the fact that no one had entered the rooms while be was asleep, but one conclusion, was inevitable. He had robbed himself. It is not uncommon for a person who bas never shown somnambulistic tendencies to develop them through some unusual cause. The possession of the ruby filled the brain of Mr, Sandhusen for the time to the exclusion of almost every other thought. There would have been nothing strange had be risen in the night, taken tbe stone from its box and concealed it somewhere without retaining the faint* est recollection when he awoke, My theory was that be bad risen, dressed himself fpr the streei ; a«!l gone put, taking tbe ruby with -hira,-" .Wben be returned, he arranged every^H It wa 8 before; 'even to sliding tb£ bolt pi the door in place, Be bad left tbe stone somewhere else, and its discovery mwst be a matter of uncertainty, This theory fitted the case perf but investigation, showed that it was w tenable. <Ju the room across the, v?aj an old man, an invalid, who was attended by two, trained nurses, Jo dienoe to bis whim tbe dopy of the rppja leading into the ball was bept open, all - ' wMtaYlw the ball, TWO POKER HANDS. One Called at the Sixty-seventh Bet, tho Other Still Being Played. He was a quiet looking elderly man, iu a pastoral sort of black broadcloth suit and a felt hut with a broad brim, such as uro worn by '' colonels'' and '' majors.'' Next to him in the car sat two young men who wore telling stories about personal experiences on the road. Ono of them related, with much gusto, an encounter which ho recently had with a desperate western man, the weapons being cards. Tho game was poker, the special occasion was that old amiliar"big jack pot" which so often figures in profane history, and tho two principals wore armed with straight flushes. It was a SI limit game," remarked tho young man, "and wo bet 67 times, and then I called him. He had a sequence flush—queen high, and I had one king high You should have heard him swoar.' A Pittsburg Dispatch man noticed that tho old man listened with groat attention to tho story, and at its conclusion he exclaimed, with much candid astonishment: "You call him!" Tho youngster blushed and acknowledged his guilt. "Well, well," said tho old man, shaking his head, "these times is suttinly not what they used tubbo. You seo, I cum from Tennessee, and wo ain't up to phis wayer doln things. Why, I'm ployin a hand yit thot wuz dealt to my pap in 1857. Him an ole Jedgo Dubbin of Murfrecsboro, thoy sot into a game one night iu September of 1857, an thoy bet an bet an bet, an when they run out of cash theybot mules, an then hosses, an then niggers, tvn at las' they tuk to bottin acres of Ian, an then thoy run outer everything, nn it was agreed that the ban's, should bo put in sealed envolups an marked an kept in the vault of tho bank till both of 'em gotmoro stuff. Well, it went on that way oft an on till tho war cum, an the old jedge bad died, au pap was killed at, Sevon Pines, an then young Jim Dubbin he tuk bis olo man's place, an I tuk dad's. Well, gen'el- men, we're just bettin yit whenever we git the cash, an there ain't no signs ot q\iittin, but 1.1 wud euttinly like to seo them ban's of pap's an ole Jeago Dubbin's afore I cllo," and be sighed a long sigh of patient resignation, while the two youngsters and tbe other man in the sr nt ' nff compartment regarded him as one of veneration evw if it- wvs only as i» liar .'Ua ppb, be haa, oi w e<j mpdern , J.<?rni, ana pil'places v in flshjng boat Jt is »IW »« insect, wminon Jn tnp wps» too gVeaTiwJtJTtjon" and inflammation Into a metaphorical KO TaitT'8 aofloea, t^rt I taw 0M 9* ti the whole wight, whew p»e of did 8°t see the Plowed dop? ' - - -• • opartmeati, Ju loofejng OY6F the narrative of 897 '

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